Ctrl Alt Defeat: A Secretary's Takeover 10

Chapter 10: Signed, Sealed, and Delivered

Glancing to her right, Mia couldn't help but smirk. The sight of Mr Wright perched on a high stool was nectar to her soul. With his curvaceous thighs pressed tightly together and his nylon-covered ankles crossed neatly, he stared blankly at the far wall of the room, his expression one of utter mortification. When she had first concocted her plan to embarrass her boss - to teach the arrogant, entitled man a lesson, she never imagined it would escalate to this extent. She thought it would be a one-time event, nothing more than a moment of fleeting amusement. Yet, here she was, days later, with her former boss now acting as her secretary, dressed in an outfit more suited for staring in a porno than a business meeting.

As her smirk evolved into a full-blown smile, Mia marvelled at the surreal transformation she had orchestrated. Watching his feet bobbing up and down in sync with his ponytail, she knew they were in pain, trapped inside those towering platform pumps. These shoes, chosen specifically to make him uncomfortable, perfectly matched his tarty outfit - a sleeveless pink satin top with a plunging neckline and a tight black leather miniskirt. Yet, Mia felt no sympathy for the man who had always treated her as a slave, wondering if his discomfort was enough to make him regret his sexist comments and behaviour from the past.

Suppressing a snigger, Mia thought back on their journey across the city. The journey for Mr Wright, judging by the sullen look on his stiff, Botox-filled face as he tottered, jiggled, and jangled, was a miserable experience. In contrast, for Mia, it was awash with amusing moments. Watching the man struggle to bend as he entered the taxi was particularly humorous - his large hip pads and tight miniskirt severely limiting his mobility as the taxi driver stared at his ample bosom.

Then, there was their arrival at the office where they now sat, waiting to meet with Graham Horton. They were greeted by Molly, who immediately offered to take their coats. Mr Wright, obviously embarrassed, initially refused, clutching the fabric of his fur coat tightly. Mia quickly intervened, mockingly telling the man to stop being silly. His frustration was evident as he reluctantly surrendered the warm garment, the frown on his glossy pink lips deepening as he revealed the skimpy outfit underneath.

Another memorable instant unfolded moments later as her former tyrant of a boss awkwardly tried to clamber onto a tall stool, battling with his tiny skirt that persistently rode up his pantyhosed thighs. Seeing the feminized man struggle, Molly apologized, explaining that the office was new and still being renovated, hence the temporary stools borrowed from a nearby coffee shop.

Initially, Mr Wright attempted to maintain his dignity by standing after his first failed attempt at mounting the stool. However, witnessing Mia effortlessly hop onto her stool, dressed comfortably in her linen pantsuit, made Mr Wright acutely self-conscious. He stood there, wobbling unsteadily on his tall heels, while Molly's occasional glances from across the room added to his discomfort. Feeling the pressure of the situation and on the balls of his feet, the skirted man steeled himself for another attempt. This time, he succeeded, though his movements were far from graceful as he awkwardly climbed up, flashing his bright pink panties in the process.

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Turning her head, Mia paused a moment before speaking, revelling in the sight before her. “You remember what we talked about?” She asked the pouting man sitting uncomfortably to her right. “Yes,” Mr Wright replied sullenly, clearly not in the mood to talk, prompting Mia not to push him further.

That morning, after Mr Wright had thrown a tantrum, they had come to an understanding. It had all unfolded moments after Mia presented him with his risqué outfit for the day, leading Mr Wright to assertively declare, “I’m done,” his arms crossed under his heavy breasts as he tried to take back control of the situation.

Mia had responded with a scoff and an eye roll. “Okay. Off you trot then,” she said coldly, pointing towards the door. “Check out is at eleven. I guess I won’t bother booking another night.” Mr Wright, taken aback by her response, stuttered before his upper lip curled in disgust. “I need my clothes and the key to release this blasted contraption,” he said, gesturing towards his groin.

“I’m not responsible for your items,” Mia replied with a tut. “Where did you leave your clothes?”

“In my suitcase. But I haven’t seen it since we switched rooms,” Mr Wright answered, visibly irritated. "What have you done with it?"

“I haven’t done anything with it.” Mia lied, fully aware that his suitcase had ended up in the trash outside the back of the hotel and was now most likely lying at the local dump. “You can go look for it if you want, or there are plenty of outfits here,” she added, referring to the large collection of provocative clothing she had purchased for him over the last few days.

“And the key?” he snapped.

“I’m going to hold onto that,” Mia replied sternly. “I can’t force you to see this through, but if you’re going to throw away this business deal, the key will go the same way.”

“But… that’s… evil,” Mr Wright lamented. "Do you realize how uncomfortable this thing is?"

“Evil is ruining my future when we’re so close to a deal,” Mia shot back sharply. “Evil is making me watch as you ran the company into the ground with your incompetent decisions.”

A stunned silence followed. “How do I know that you haven’t thrown the key away already?” Mr Wright muttered after a heavy sigh.

“You don’t,” Mia replied, sensing a shift in his demeanour. “However, contrary to what you might believe, I’m not evil! I just want what I’m owed. So, if we complete this deal as previously discussed, you’ll get your key. And be free to get on with your life as a rich man."

Mr Wright looked at Mia sceptically. “I just have to get through this meeting?” he questioned.

“No, you'll do whatever it takes to get the deal done, no matter how long it takes,” Mia answered assertively. “And I want this to be the last time we talk about this.”

Mr Wright turned away briefly, his shoulders tensed. When he faced her again, he looked like a bulldog chewing a wasp. “I haven’t really got much choice, have I?” he mumbled angrily.

“There’s always a choice, sweetheart,” Mia replied. “So make yours. Are you in or out? I want to hear you say it.”

Mr Wright gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Fine, I’m in.”

“Good decision,” Mia cheerfully sang out, her mood instantly brightening. “Well, why don’t you go and change then? Madame Maria will be here any minute.”

The phone ringing caused both Mia and Mr Wright to look up. “Yes, right away, sir,” Molly said after answering. She hung up and turned to them, “Mr Horton will see you now.”

“Thank you, Molly,” Mia said as she effortlessly hopped down from her stool. She then turned to Mr Wright, who was staring down at the ground with an anxious look on his heavily made-up face. “Come on, Mia, chop chop,” she teased, watching as the skirted man tried to gauge the safest way to dismount his stool without tumbling into an undignified heap.

Moments later, after a somewhat awkward and laboured descent back onto his aching feet, Mr Wright tottered behind Mia into Graham Horton’s office. The older man stood up as the pair entered. “Morgan, Mia, please come in,” he called out cheerfully, rounding his desk to greet them. “I apologize for the delay; I was called into an important video call with our New York team. How are you both feeling today? Recovered from last night, I hope?”

As he reached the pair, he first greeted Mia with a kiss on the cheek, then offered the same affection towards Mr Wright, who managed to suppress a recoil. “Not a problem, Graham,” Mia responded brightly, looking up at the tall man. "There’s never a break in the world of business, right?" And yes, we’re both recovered and raring to go, thank you. Even after all the fun last night.”

“Indeed., and glad to hear it,” Graham replied with a smile. “Please take a seat. I can’t offer you coffee as the kitchen hasn’t been fully installed, yet. However, I do have a bottle of scotch in the top drawer of my desk. That is... If it isn’t too early for you?”

“Not at all,” Mia responded, deciding to accept. While scotch wasn’t usually her drink of choice, she wasn’t about to decline the gesture after all the effort they had put into shmoozing the previous evening.

The pair settled on a plush sofa, with Mr Wright accidentally sandwiching himself between Mia and Graham. As he sat there, feeling thoroughly out of place, he was largely ignored, while his former secretary negotiated the future of his family company. Now reduced to mere eye candy, Mr Wright, with his ample cleavage on display and his almost indecently short leather skirt creeping up his padded, pantyhosed thighs, felt far removed from the commanding leader he once was and more like an inconsequential figure to be occasionally oogled.

After sharing a few laughs about the previous evening's festivities, Graham apologized for the ongoing renovations, explaining that the building - the new headquarters for the marketing department, run by his brother Grant - had needed to open despite the ongoing construction work. With the small talk out of the way, Graham Horton promptly shifted his focus to business. “Well, Morgan,” he announced cheerfully after sipping his whisky, “I'm convinced and ready to make a deal.”

“Fabulous,” Mia replied, her lips curling into a smile. "Because we're also ready to do business."

“Not so fast,” Graham interjected, his attitude becoming slightly more serious as he set his glass down. “Having discussed this at length with my brother, we have a particular vision for the future of Stitch & Sovereign. I’d love to hear your thoughts on the idea.”

“I’m all ears,” Mia responded with a nod.

“Well, what I’m proposing is a multistage takeover,” Graham announced, becoming more animated with his hands as he launched into his pitch. “First, my company would collaborate with Stitch & Sovereign to devise and implement a strategy to reach new customers. If targets are met, we would purchase 51% of the company. At this point, we would set some projections for the fiscal year. If those are reached, we will then complete the takeover.”

As Mr Horton outlined his strategy, Mr Wright's eyes - accentuated with dazzling purple shadow and dark liner - widened in alarm, his large bee-stung lips parting as the realization of what the man was saying sank in - this takeover was going to take months, if not years, to complete!

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“There will be an option for you both to retain a small percentage in the company if you wish. Yes, I’ve done my research,” Graham continued as he glanced over at Mr Wright. “I know about your twenty per cent stake in the company, Mia. In fact, we have an important role in mind for you.”

“An important role?” Mr Wright murmured, his voice trembling.

“Indeed. My brother loved your suggestions, and with your background in fashion design, he has requested that you transfer to this office to work closely alongside him while we venture out on this exciting new journey together.”

“I… I…” Mr Wright stuttered, feeling trapped and overwhelmed.

“She’d love to,” Mia interjected swiftly. “What an exciting opportunity, right Mia?” she added, patting Mr Wright on his nylon-clad thigh.

“Uh-huh,” Mr Wright murmured, his eyes still wide with stunned surprise.

“Excellent. I’ll get Molly to draw up the paperwork, and once signed, we can get her started immediately,” Graham declared.

“Immediately,” Mr Wright echoed, nearly choking on the word.

“Yes,” Graham affirmed, gazing past Mr Wright’s fluttering eyelashes into his horrified blue eyes. “We can set you up in an office across the hall, and Molly will help you get up to speed.”

“But… I can't... I don’t have anything with me,” Mr Wright managed to squeak out, trying to halt proceedings before they got even further out of hand.

“I'm aware," Graham answered with a warm smile. "However, I’m prepared to offer you a generous budget to shop for a whole new wardrobe. It'll get you started while we get your possessions moved up here. Call it a little signing-on bonus,” he added before turning to Mia. “That is, if you can spare her, Morgan?”

“She’ll be missed, but I’ll manage,” Mia replied, feigning sadness. “Send over the papers, and I’ll have them signed and on your desk in the morning,” she added, extending her hand across Mr Wright to shake on the deal.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Mr Horton said as he clasped Mia’s hand and gently shook it. “I feel this is going to be a very beneficial relationship for all of us,” he announced as a helpless Mr Wright looked on in stunned horror.